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 Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 3:25 pm
(ugh and it's my post too... I feel such an a- donkey I apologize about 50 million times)
Moby made a face, brow furrowing as he adjusted his posture and looked down at his stomach, condemning it, albeit happily, to be the holding cell of two lovely parasitic beings who will one day grow to play 'Daddy, catch my spit up with your face'. Everything seemed much more stark in the sterile room and fluorescent lighting. "A... cesarean for a male.... honestly Doctor this is the most intriguing thing I- ... I mean there are pamphlets but.. I'm in this room... waiting and..."
He flushed. Leaning back into Adam and looking down at his stomach again, the warmth he felt before walking in here gradually taking over the fear, questioning and worry that struck him like a Mack Truck. There was something just wrong with the concept of his blood not taking their first beats of this life... not surrounded by his world, his voice, his life. Moby looked up sharply and gave a firm nod to Dr. Ronchas.
"No, there's no other way. I'm going to carry our children." Again a flush as he looks down at the cups and worries his lip once more. A sheepish smile taking over his face as he slowly reaches over and takes a cup. Rolling it between his hands and fiddling with the tape labeled 'sterile' before tensing to stand. "The... the room? Er.. is there a room? or... "
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:47 am
Adam's mind reeled from the possibility of a man carrying a child. It was one thing to read about it (or rather skim about it, Adam wasn't one to sit down and read pamphlets and literature about a subject that he didn't understand. That's what he had Moby for!), but it was a completely different thing to hear come out of a doctor's mouth. A legit doctor with diplomas and things who probably worked hard at science in school rather than using the class to pick up cute, geeky boys. And now Moby, the love of his life, was leaning back into him and talking about having children. Adam couldn't help but wrap his arm around him and anchor them both to each other.
And when Moby made his announcement about being the one to carry the baby, Adam quickly shot out of his reverie, craning his neck to peer at Moby's face and tightening his grip. "Babe, you would do that?" he said wonderingly. He smiled had his partner because there was nothing else he could do, they were going to have a family and Moby was going to give birth to them via c-section.
"Yes, I agree, is there a room? And can Moby and I be in it together?" He said with a leer, and trying to lighten the mood, because serious conversations made Adam antsy and this was no doubt a serious conversation. He then placed a chaste kiss to Moby's cheek, and reached for one of Moby's hands playing with the cup.
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